Graeme

This blog serves as a diary of sorts. It really probably only makes sense to me, but I'm glad I started it. I haven't achieved much of note but Graeme told me one day that this nonsense had inspired him to start a blog of his own. I'm so glad he did. Graeme was a great writer. He'd apparently tried to write a few books but kept losing interest. He said that he'd send them to me one day.


"There is one about a man arriving to a surreal village, one about a man who is a pet to these ethereal aliens that he hasn't got the necessary senses to even comprehend, and one about someone who has lost his memory, set in an alternative London (with different tube stations and all very Soviet) but turns out to have been an important political dissident (that one was a bit confused..)."

I don't think I'll ever see these stories now. Graeme died on Sunday. I don't really know why. I am angry at myself for taking him for granted. He really wanted to have children. I'm so sad that he didn't get to. He was magical and now he isn't here anymore..




He left us some funny tales from his life and I'm so glad about that. This is one of my favourites. 


Bianca Tinned Tomatoes


One day I was shopping in Whitechapel Sainsbury's a short walk from my flat in the old schoolhouse there, when I noticed that Patsy Palmer was pushing a trolley down the aisles. It made sense, it was, after all, just around the corner from The Blind Beggar' and I could easily imagine her and the Krays sharing a joke over a pint of lager there.



I had followed her from a distance before I carried on and picked out my stuff, not because I was impressed by her or her celebrity, but because of  people’s faces when they realised they were looking at Bianca from Eastenders, in the flesh. Jaws dropped in awe.



I was very pleased to see that Sainsbury's were stocking a cheap brand of tinned plum tomatoes called 'Bianca.' I filled my basket with a dozen cans and went in search of Patsy. I caught up with her near the bread counter, She had left her trolley standing so as to push through a small crowd there and choose her bread. I put the tins in her shopping trolley, it took some time to conceal them all but she was waiting for a loaf to be sliced. I hope that she found the tinned tomatoes to be a pleasant surprise at the checkout.
Bianca!
Graeme!

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